Chapter 664 I'm a Bit Troublesome
A kiss... on the lips?
Now?
Song Chunxue couldn't help but clench her sleeves. "So, godparents?"
Her heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but rub her thighs with her hands. Countless thoughts were popping into her mind, but she couldn't come up with any coherent ideas.
Could he still be holding a grudge because she mentioned kissing?
When she bit him, did he just endure it without making any other moves?
But wasn't her blouse unbuttoned?
They kissed then, but now that she's sober, asking her this all of a sudden is worse than stabbing her in the back.
Is it okay to ask such a question?
Don't they just kiss directly in the storybooks?
She'd rather he just pounce on her and kiss her, and ask her directly what happened, as if he thought she was too calm and would make her feel awkward.
As she was pondering, Xie Zheng's dark blue embroidered bamboo cross-collar long gown caught her eye.
Song Chunxue subconsciously looked up, but a pair of hands suddenly pressed down on her head.
With one hand supporting the back of her neck and the other supporting the side of her face, before she could react, his lips covered hers with a warm, cool touch, which was gone in an instant.
Her pupils trembled as she stared blankly at his retreating steps.
His great-grandmother's old house burned down.
"I shouldn't have asked you," he said with an indescribable smile as he walked to the door. "I got it back myself, so get some rest."
Is he leaving?
He kissed her and then left? How will she be able to sleep at night?
This won't do!
Like a cat that has tasted the sweetness, she suddenly stood up, "Wait a minute."
Xie Zheng gripped the door tightly, "You don't mean to hit me, do you?"
Song Chunxue took a few steps to stand in front of him, grabbed his wrist, tried to suppress her uncontrollable breathing, and looked at him with great interest.
"Won't you kiss me a little longer?"
"..." It was visibly clear that Xie Zheng's face was burning red, and he was so stiff that he dared not meet her gaze.
Song Chunxue smiled. Yes, that's right, why be a coward? Just go up and kiss her!
Anyway, the feeling wasn't bad, and she wouldn't allow herself to go back.
Life is short, so seize the day.
Worry tomorrow, worry tomorrow!
She took another small step forward, gently stroking his wrist, her eyes filled with a smile.
Xie Zheng felt a sudden chill run through his body. The calluses on her palms and her gentle, worldly-wise eyes made his mouth go dry.
He seemed a bit tall, and Song Chunxue couldn't help but stand on tiptoe. In the dim candlelight, his eyes sparkled, and the bobbing of his Adam's apple made her feel a surge of excitement.
She took a quiet breath, half-closed her eyes, and leaned closer to his lips.
"My lord, my lord!"
An anxious voice suddenly rang out from outside the courtyard.
Song Chunxue instantly regained her senses, and walked to the side with her heels on the ground.
"My lord, Xie Zhao and his mother came crying outside the gate, begging you to spare Xie Kuan."
Xie Zheng was furious and glared coldly at the people who had come to cause trouble.
He clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, "Let them cry, what's with all the shouting?"
Song Chunxue blushed and pushed him out of the room, saying, "Go and see, it's bad luck for someone to be crying and wailing at the door so late at night."
“But…” Xie Zheng was extremely displeased and unwilling to leave, turning his head to look at her resentfully.
"Can we continue now that you're back?"
"Get some rest. We're going to Baiyun Temple to practice swordsmanship tomorrow. You'll come with me."
This means that she had no intention of avoiding the meeting.
Xie Zheng was relieved. "Okay, no take-backs allowed."
"Go quickly!"
...
The next day, on the carriage heading to Baiyun Temple.
Song Chunxue looked at the faint smile on Xie Zheng's lips, then turned her face away and curled her lips into a smile.
Sure enough, once you get involved with this stuff, what does it matter if you're old? You're still just like an idiot.
I couldn't help but giggle, and we even held hands.
An even more noticeable change is that people are making conversation even when they don't have anything to say.
After getting into the carriage, Xie Zheng held her fingers and asked her all sorts of questions.
"Have you been settling in well these past few days?"
"Do you really want to go back? Do you like the food at home?"
"Jiangfen (cold mung bean jelly) isn't very filling. Do you still want to eat braised pork knuckle today?"
"Do you miss the kids? I'll finish things here as soon as possible and go back with you."
“I have already explained to the Emperor that I will return to Jincheng and continue to be my local tyrant, otherwise there may be changes on the border in the next two years.”
"Are you planning to visit your daughter in Zhuanglang County after you go back?" He rubbed her fingers together and asked directly, "Could you come back sooner? I can find time to visit you while you're in the capital."
Song Chunxue's heart was like a pot of eight-treasure tea that had been boiled, with all sorts of feelings swirling in her mind.
“I’ll try my best. There are a lot I want to do when I go back this time. There’s Hongying’s shop, and the revenue from the other two shops. I need to find a suitable buyer for those three Akhal-Teke horses. Also, I want to meet with the eldest brother’s family.” She suppressed a smile as she looked at his furrowed brow. “It’ll be a little over a month, not too long.”
“It’s been quite a while. How about I check if anything’s happening over there and take a look around?”
This person is thinking quite far ahead; they're not a young couple in their early twenties.
"The important thing is to get down to business. We haven't done anything yet, so don't let lust cloud your judgment."
“No,” he corrected seriously, “I’m not after anything from you. I just suddenly opened up and didn’t want to be alone.”
He pointed to his chest, "This will follow you. It's hard to feel worried, but I feel at ease when it's close to you."
Song Chunxue coughed lightly. This person was really something. How could he suddenly become so eloquent, spouting words that made people blush?
It was just a kiss, why does it seem like they've secretly pledged their lives to each other?
"What, you're not going to back out? You're going to go back and distance yourself from me, keeping your distance as fellow disciples?"
Xie Zheng squeezed her fingers tightly, his tone both mournful and earnest.
"Xie is a bit difficult to deal with. Once there is physical intimacy, he will pester you to the end, until death do us part."
Who wouldn't be confused by this?
Song Chunxue patted the back of his hand, "Okay, okay, I won't go back on my word. Since I started this, I won't draw a line. I'll try to get closer to you."
“Well, I won’t interfere with your cultivation. You can go up the mountain if you want, or go to Jiangnan if you want. I’ll accompany you.” He said this in a low voice, “Within five years, I will do as I please.”
Five years—those two words pierced both of their hearts.
They tacitly agreed not to say anything more.
When they returned to Baiyun Temple, their state of mind was completely different.
"Oh, here to practice your swordsmanship?" He Xiu teased Song Chunxue, "You look radiant. Have you and Lord Xie finally tied the knot?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Didn't you say you were going to teach me swordsmanship? Enough with the nonsense." With that, she summoned Wuyou from her storage bag. "Are you ready?"
“Of course,” He Xiu pointed to the sword in her hand, “but why does this sword seem drunk?”
The word "drunk" made Song Chunxue quickly lower her head. When she saw the strange color of the sword, her face turned red and then pale.
Could it be that all of Wuyou's changes are related to her?
"I don't know, it's probably just too hot today," she quickly changed the subject. "Two hours shouldn't be a problem, right?"
He Xiu turned around and said, "Let my senior brother practice with you today."
Song Chunxue saw Master Han walking down the steps.
Looking down, his figure resembled the person standing next to his senior brother that he had seen at the restaurant yesterday.
She casually shifted her gaze; it was easy for cultivators to change their appearance.
Perhaps he and his senior brother were old acquaintances.
"Please give me your guidance, Master Han."
Suddenly, the carefree sword in her hand shot straight out.
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